A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876Henry Augustin Beers Holt, 1878 - 407 Seiten |
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... beneath His corps are laid , near to his darling brother , Of whom dead oft he sigh'd , Not such another . Heaven is the more desirable , said he For Hooker , Shepard , and Haynes ' company . Benjamin Thompson , some time schoolmaster ...
... beneath His corps are laid , near to his darling brother , Of whom dead oft he sigh'd , Not such another . Heaven is the more desirable , said he For Hooker , Shepard , and Haynes ' company . Benjamin Thompson , some time schoolmaster ...
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... Beneath whose far - projecting shade ( And which the shepherd still admires ) The children of the forest played ! There oft a restless Indian queen ( Pale Shebah , with her braided hair ) , And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the ...
... Beneath whose far - projecting shade ( And which the shepherd still admires ) The children of the forest played ! There oft a restless Indian queen ( Pale Shebah , with her braided hair ) , And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the ...
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... thy life and health demand Not food alone , but labor from thy hand , First in the field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , JOEL BARLOW . 13.
... thy life and health demand Not food alone , but labor from thy hand , First in the field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , JOEL BARLOW . 13.
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... ; Leave the last labors to the parent sun ; Beneath his genial smiles , the well - dress'd field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high And shoots 14 JOEL BARLOW .
... ; Leave the last labors to the parent sun ; Beneath his genial smiles , the well - dress'd field , When autumn calls , a plenteous crop shall yield . Now the strong foliage bears the standards high And shoots 14 JOEL BARLOW .
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... beneath the new - form'd shade , His generous hand unloads the cumbrous hill , And the green spoils her ready basket fill ; Small compensation for the twofold bliss , The promised wedding , and the present kiss . Slight depredations ...
... beneath the new - form'd shade , His generous hand unloads the cumbrous hill , And the green spoils her ready basket fill ; Small compensation for the twofold bliss , The promised wedding , and the present kiss . Slight depredations ...
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American Artemus Ward beautiful beneath birds born breath bright called chamber Chingachgook clouds Concord River dark death Deerslayer door dream earth eyes face fair fancy feel feet fire flowers forest gaze gleam golden gray green Hafen hair hand Hasty Pudding head heard heart heaven hill hour Indian JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judge land leaves light lived looked maize Mike Brown moon Mormon morning mountain Nahant nature never Nevermore night o'er once passed poems published pudding Pyncheon Quoth the Raven Rip Van Winkle river rock round Sam Slick scene seemed seen shade shore side sing smile snow song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stood storm stream sweet tell thee thine thou thought tion trees voice walls wave whip-poor-will wild wind Winkle woods Yale College York young
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Seite 113 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 116 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Seite 150 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Seite 252 - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door ; "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Seite 72 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Seite 51 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Seite 112 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Seite 70 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Seite 114 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Seite 121 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.